Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.